"Hey, wake up." a blurry voice coos. "Come on."
I slowly open my eyes and wait for them to adjust. It's really dark in here. Almost pitch black. I moan. The position I am in is not comfortable at all. I can tell I've been laying this way for one too many minutes. I don't dare move because I feel if I do I'd be even more bent out of shape. I can hear the low buzz of a radio. I close my eyes again.
A few minutes later, I hear the click of a car door lock and hear a door open. A burst of cool air runs all around my body making me shiver. A finger brushes some hair from my face, then someone scoops me up into their arms and carries me out. I look at the car I was just sleeping in and come to the conclusion that I am in my neighborhood. We really need to get some street light around here. It is too dark. I snuggle into the warm chest that my body is rested on and try to fall back asleep. Keys jingle and we are in a cozy house. I notice it's Harry's house when we get out of the foyer with the nice furniture and the pretty wallpaper. I don't want him to notice that I am awake, so I stay as still as I can and try to steady my breathing.
I am placed on a queen sized bed and he tucks me in. I feel like I'm a kid again when I fall asleep watching a movie with my dad and he'd carry me to my room. He climbs in the bed with me.
"You're awake aren't you." he says quietly.
"Partially." I respond with my best morning voice. I hear him do a really air- filled chuckle. That makes me smile.
"You're lucky you're not heavy or I would've left you in the car."
"You wouldn't have left me," I say certainly.
"You're right. I probably would have stayed the whole night in there with you."
I scoot closer to him in the bed. He doesn't seem to mind so I inch a little closer. "Are you cold?" he asks.
"Yeah, just a little."
"You want me to get you another blanket becau-" I cut him off by wiggling my way into the curve of his body. He tenses a little. I can feel his breath on my neck, and his body slowly relaxes. I let out a happy sigh and enjoy the silence. He wraps one arm around me and we lay comfortably in that position for the rest of the night.
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A beeping sound fills the room which forces me awake. I shoot up into a sitting position on my bed. Just, it's not my bed. I look down and see Harry still soundly sleeping through the booming alarm. I wait for him to get up because I figure he'll hear the clock sooner or later.
On the other side of the door I can hear footsteps walking towards his room. I start to freak. What if that is his mom? Who am I kidding, it's has to be his mom! She doesn't like me. She probably doesn't even know that i am here. What am I gonna do? I have to hide. I run towards one of the other doors in the room. I burst through it with determination and sit there as quiet as I possibly can. I hear somebody walk into his room and turn off the alarm. They mumble, "Oh, Harry." There is ruffling and a moan. I don't dare move, even though this floor is extremely cold against my bare feet. I'm guessing I'm not in his closet.
The door in front of me swings open and I shrink back. Harry stands there with ruffled hair, boxers and a t-shirt. He runs his fingers through his brown hair with squinted eyes.
I try for conversation, "Good morning?" He just stares at me for a while so I start to move uncomfortably.
Swiftly, he grabs both of my shoulders, smiles and says, "That was a close call. Good thinking hiding in a bathroom. Now scoot." he says pushing me out of the restroom. So his mother doesn't know that I am here. Great.
Even though I've been in this room many times before it is still interesting look around. There is something new in here every time I come. The curtains have changed. Now they have the Manchester United logo on them. The pretty scarlet and yellow colors. I casually walk over to his closet. I pull the door open and start to look through his wardrobe. There are lots of skinny jeans and some plaid shirts. The t- shirts have cool sayings on them. One says "Hipster please" which makes me giggle.
"Hey, Nosy. Come here." I spin around a little embarrassed and head over to him. He places a Colgate temporary toothbrush and a toothpaste tube in my hands. "You know what to do." I roll my eyes and go to the sink. I turn on the water, wet the brush, squeeze out some paste and start brushing. This must be the foaming type of toothpaste because all around my mouth has suds and foam. I look like I have rabies! I see Harry behind me trying to conceal a laugh. I give him a fake smile which looks ridiculous. I can tell by the way he bursts out laughing. I quickly brush my tongue and then wash off my face. He's on the floor rolling by the time I've washed everything off my face. I jump on him and say, "You did that on purpose didn't you?!?"
He looks up at me and nods, his face red from laughter. I have to admit, I did look pretty funny. While he cools down, I get up and walk back to his closet. I hear him follow me. I find his Jack Wills hoodie on a hanger and take it off. I decide that I'll wear the hoddie and turn around. I bump into his chest. "Woah! That's mine."
"Everything in this closet is yours. Now let me wear it."
"Nah, maybe next time."
I pout my lips and make the best puppy dog face i've ever done in my life.
He sighs," Ok, you can wear one of my sweatshirts. Just not this one." He shuffles through the hangers until he hands me one with "Manchester United" written on it. It's not the one i really want to wear but it'll do.
"Can you get me a washcloth and a towel?" I ask.
"Sure." he says softly then leaves the room. I go to the bathroom and figure out how to switch the water from tub to shower, and I wait for it to heat up. Hazz returns and hands me the towel and cloth. I thank him and he leaves the room. I was going to ask what he's going to do but I decide I'd rather take a shower. I close and lock the bathroom door and start to undress.
The water is warm enough so I step in one foot at a time. Serenity runs through me as the water flows over my skin. I put my head in the stream to wash my face. I look around me for body wash but all there is mens soap and shampoo. I don't even bother with it because I don't want to smell like a man for the rest of today.
I slyly just scrub my body with the wash cloth hoping that I don't irritate my skin and cause a breakout. I figure I'm finished and get out of the shower. I dry off slip on my shorts I wore yesterday and Harry's hoodie.
I open the door and see that Harry still isn't back yet. Well then. I can't go anywhere in the house because I'm not supposed to be here and I can't risk his mom seeing me.
Something hits the window. I slowly walk over a little creeped out. Another knock. I push past the curtain and look through thw window. Harry is down there. He's making hand motions for me to come down. I rapidly shake my head no in protest. I am not jumping out of a two story window.
I open the window and tell him just that, " I am not jumping out of a two story window!"
"Youw don't have to. I brought a ladder." he yells up.
I weigh my options. Stay here and get cursed out by Harry's family, or climb out of a window and be safe. I yell down, "Okay, but hold the ladder still. I don't want to fall."
I carefully place my foot on the ring of the ladder closest to me. I slowly get my body fully out of the window and start climbing down. It's not as scary as I thought. After going down just a few rings steps, I jump off and land firmly on the ground. I throw my arms up in the air like I'm a gymnast. He grins at me.
"Okay, so I'm gonna go and change into some real clothes. Be right back." As he's walking away I hear him say, "I'm going to take a shower too!" I think, "This is going to be a while.
I take a seat on the sidewalk and reach into my small over the shoulder bag and get my phone out. My sister might've cared that I was gone out with a guy all night...or not. I'm disappointed to see no new messages whatsoever. I would have thought at least Korrina would text me. But I guess not. I check my other social things like twitter and instagram. Afew new followers, nothing much. A yawn reaches my lips.
"Tired?" I jerk my head in the direction of the voice. It's some of the "populars" at school. I don't talk to these type of popular people. They are just abnoxious and annoying. They are always trying to make fun of people and they think they can get whatever they want.
I don't respond to him so he says, "So you think you can get away with just not answering my questions, girl?"
I look up at them and say," Yeah, I think I can."
"Who the hell do you think you are talking to? I don't like to be mean to pretty ladies like you, you know. But you're tempting me. Don't cross that border. Now all you have to do is cooperate. Are...You...Tired?"
"Yes. Yes, I am tired. I woke up to an alarm clock this morning, and it's a saturday.''
He makes a puppy face, "Now how hard was that?"
I get up and start walking away from them.
"So you want to play games now, don't you." I hear their footsteps following after me.